Why are words so hard to come by?
I remember being young and staring at stickers that glowed green within the darkness - I remember staring at them constantly, feeling words I did not know because I was eight and dumb. I remember meeting a boy with dark corn-rowed hair and wondering why I was so mean even though I liked him. I remember seeing a girl in my class and hating her guts almost instantly because she was tan and blonde and I sat in the back of class looking ashen and pallid. For so many years I did not know the words for any of these things - these feelings, and now that I am old and all opportunities have passed me by I still only understand a little of what I am trying so desperately to say.
I remember being young and staring at stickers that glowed green within the darkness - I remember staring at them constantly, feeling words I did not know because I was eight and dumb. I remember meeting a boy with dark corn-rowed hair and wondering why I was so mean even though I liked him. I remember seeing a girl in my class and hating her guts almost instantly because she was tan and blonde and I sat in the back of class looking ashen and pallid. For so many years I did not know the words for any of these things - these feelings, and now that I am old and all opportunities have passed me by I still only understand a little of what I am trying so desperately to say.
